Wang Hu is a disciple of the academy, and this time he was able to lead several juniors and disciples to Quhe to investigate the matter of ghost cultivation, and his realm cultivation was naturally not weak.

Although he has not stepped into the realm of gentlemen, he is not far from this realm.

The entire spiritual wilderness has been sorted out by the academy for thousands of years, and there is no longer much danger.

Therefore, on this trip to the winding river, the academy will let him take the lead.

It's just that Wang Hu underestimated Li Shan and overestimated the weight of the academy's disciples.

As soon as the Qing Baijian was stolen, he should have returned to the imperial capital and asked the academy to send a sage here.

But Wang Hu made another choice.

As a result, the four junior brothers died, and he himself could not escape death in the end.

What made him even more guilty was that even if he died, Li Shan would eventually be broken by that ghost cultivator, and if the world was in chaos because of this, he Wang Hu would inevitably be unable to escape the blame.

These thoughts appeared in an instant.

The heavens and the earth have changed color.

Under the pressure of the black clouds, the coercion of your destruction of all things is wanton and wantonly, and it is suppressed like this.

Wang Hu's eyes were full of despair.

A powerhouse of the Ascension Realm, with all his ghost and magic powers, even those sage realm masters in the academy may not be able to escape death.

At this moment, Wang Hu's breath was dim.

In mid-air, Yin Wuyi looked indifferently at everything that was about to happen in front of him.

A hundred years ago, too many disciples of the Netherworld Sect died at the hands of the academy, and today, it is just the beginning of revenge.

The giant palm slammed down.

Wang Hu slowly closed his eyes and gave up resistance.

Yin Wuyi sneered.

However, the next moment.

A blue light streaked across the night and appeared in the middle of the field at an extremely strange angle.

At the moment before the giant palm was about to be killed, it stabbed straight out.

With just one sword, the giant palm that the god had turned into exploded into a huge hole, connecting countless black qi and the giant palm completely disappeared, and the sword intent soared into the sky.

Yin Wuyi's face changed slightly.

Immediately after, that cyan sword qi fell straight down from a height of ten thousand feet, slashing towards the gods in the sky at an unimaginable speed.

Sword Repair!

Yin Wuyi drank violently, and then squeezed the mantra with both hands, and a thick black qi shot out from the palms like withered claws, and landed on the gods.

The latter's aura surged violently, and the virtual figure began to become clear, as if it were substance.

"When the spring falls, the world will perish."

With some kind of strange and cold voice, the god's right hand turned into a fist and blasted out towards the cyan sword qi that fell from the sky.

At this moment, Wang Hu waited for a long time, as if a hundred years had passed.

The fear of death haunted me.

But the strange thing is that the palm that destroyed the world did not fall.

Wang Hu opened his eyes suddenly, looked up at the sky, and then showed a look of disbelief on his face.

"That girl, is it so strong?" Wang Hu muttered.

The girl in his mouth is like a nine-day fairy at this moment.

Yang Pan'er comprehended the sword intent.

The sword intent that Shen Yu left behind when he left was originally one of the few swords in the world.

When he was in Yaochi, Shen Yu had deliberately scattered the sword intent left by Taixuan Zhenren, crushed it, and then condensed it in his body.

It's not because that sword intent is too strong.

It's because of Taixuan's sword intent at that time, Shen Yu's cultivation in this life, all of Taixuan's realms, moves, and sword moves are in his memory, and he only needs to reach the realm to do whatever he wants.

But this is the way of Taixuan.

Shen Yu wanted to take another path that belonged to Shen Yu.

There must be a realization of his own.

It's just that no one has ever seen Shen Yu's sword dao comprehension, what kind of sword intent he has.

Yang Pan'er couldn't understand Shen Yu's thoughts, but it was barely enough to accept the sword intent left by Shen Yu.

Therefore, at the moment when Wang Hu died, Yang Paner slashed out with a sword without hesitation.

The unspeakable sword intent drove her to move forward, and Yang Paner had only one thought in her heart.

It's just that she can't say this kind of thought.

After a sword pierced the giant palm that the god had turned into, the aura on Yang Paner's body began to rise, the Jindan Realm, the Cave True Realm, and then the fugue.

This kind of mansion-like realm in the air made Yang Paner feel that she was in some kind of empty space.

In spite of oneself.

She could see her sword, she could see how she was dodging.

But it was as if someone else was using his own body to make those shocking sword moves.

...

Yin Wuyi's face was gloomy, staring at the place where the sword qi was about to collide with his fist.

The Mingquan Divine Beings summoned by the Ascension Realm, in the entire world, except for a few holy places, there are people who can resist it, and in this Li Mountain, no one can resist it.

Even the academy didn't have time to send someone here.

As long as that Lord finishes his work, then the Netherworld Sect can once again stand in front of the world, and have the Land of Thousand Rivers as an ally.

He can sit in Lishan unscrupulously and regain the prestige of the year.

Yin Wuyi looked at a few ants on the ground, and said indifferently: "There are many geniuses in the world, but you geniuses have not seriously thought about it, only those who have come to the end are the real geniuses, back then, Wen Ruohai was born out of thin air, and killed all the disciples of my Yin Netherworld Sect overnight in the Li Mountain, and I was the most genius person in the sect at that time..."

In the sky, Yang Pan'er's body and sword were one, and her speed was getting faster and faster.

"Because I know that even if everyone in the Yin Netherworld Sect makes a move together, they can't stop Wen Ruohai, who is about to become a saint that day, so this seat hides like a corpse in the water, and then hides all the way into the Nine Shadows."

Accompanied by the whistling sound of sword qi, Yin Wuyi continued, as if telling the past, telling some major events drowned in the dust of history.

Wang Hu's pupils radiated a strange light, and he looked at the two people who were about to collide in the sky in horror.

"A sword technique that fell from the sky." Wang Hu muttered.

The cyan sword aura pierced the sky, wanton and fierce, and the air it came into contact with seemed to turn into ice in an instant.

The already low temperature of the entire Li Mountain became colder and colder, and the ground was full of frost.

"This girl is an adult, and she doesn't like to listen to stories."

Yang Paner said coldly.

The next moment.

The tip of the sword collided violently with the huge fist.

Heaven and earth are silent.

The color of the sky changed somewhat, and Wang Hu and Zhao Ji subconsciously looked up.

I saw that the gloomy black clouds of Lishan for ten thousand years seemed to have changed a certain color, and in their place, they were ethereal sword qi and pure air.

Clear sky, thousands of miles.

In an instant, the whole sky seemed to change color again.

The sword qi was like a boulder falling into the water, and the ripples slowly dispersed from the center of the two to the surrounding areas, and then a majestic sword curtain like thunder and lightning appeared in mid-air.

The sword curtain is towards a waterfall, magnificent and magnificent.

Wang Hu was dizzy to see, under such a shocking sword qi waterfall, he only felt that he was like some kind of weak existence between heaven and earth.

Like a drop in the ocean.

"This is, Sword Cultivator?"

Wang Hu said shockingly.